Yeats Upon A Toadstool
Parsimony of the heavens
Shan't inspire our pious whim
Antimony of alchemists
Doth not lead us close to Him
Whose every word brings greater doubt
In working such a piece as Man
From baser matter, to retort
That we don't understand The Plan
Not that we have not been trying
Here beneath the welkin's vault
Hegemony of hedonists
Doth not call us to a halt
Despite the cliff-edge that's about
Whose ev'ry crag the world shall scan
In making its profound report
Shall baffle more than poets can
Contributors: | Apsley, Roland, F, Beefy, Kansas Sam. |
Poem finished: | 6th September 2004 by Beefy. |